When the members of the Church of Evernight tried to force their way out with their Beyonder abilities, they discovered that their powers seemed to be suppressed by something-a peculiar chaos and distortion.
The force enveloped their surroundings, even altering directions. The walls warped and the ground tilted, leaving them utterly disoriented.
Distortion, undead, and flesh-three powers gathered and intertwined within the tiny dungeon.
This was a trap!
The spirituality around them grew increasingly turbulent. Several terrifying powers had been forcibly blended together and seemed ready to erupt at any moment.
"Everyone, gather around me!"
Just then, a power filled with peace and tranquility surged outward from Bishop Anthony. The profound darkness instantly soothed the spirit bodies of all the Nighthawks present, calming their agitation born of fear and confusion and sheltering them within it.
The next second, the various powers accumulated in the dungeon reached their limit and erupted!
Shadow Magic combined with Flesh Bombs exploded in every direction, attacking both bodies and spirit bodies. Undead poured through the gaps, adding new chain reactions to the explosion, while the chaotic force prevented the energy from escaping, attempting to concentrate all of it within that tiny space.
BOOM!!!
With a deafening blast, the stronghold built into the mountainside vanished in the explosion, taking almost half the mountaintop with it.
Outside the stronghold, countless trees were uprooted or snapped and toppled. Vast quantities of soil and rubble flew into the air like rain. The violent tremors even triggered a small landslide, completely burying the once-hidden entrance.
On an untouched tree in the distance, an enormous raven watched everything coldly.
At the sight of the flames soaring into the sky, a spark of animation seemed to enter the raven's eyes. It gave a hoarse cry, spread its wings, and flew high into